Wen Ling happened to sit next to Xie Ziqing.

Xie Ziqing looked at her a little helplessly, only to see the little girl raise her head, revealing a tender white face.

In the past, Xie Baozhu's face was the whitest in the village.

But now in Xie Ziqing's eyes, he feels that Wen Ling's face is the whitest.

A small face, tender and pure, and the eyes are clear, and the water is fluctuating.

Xie Ziqing felt that the tip of his heart was a little hot, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he always felt a little uncomfortable in his body.

"Hurt ......" As a result, the delicate little girl was directed at him, with a small crying voice, and weakly called a word.

The word still has a little tail note.

The little girl's voice was originally soft like the cotton grown in the village, and it could be soft to the heart when she touched it.

Now the little girl's words can directly soften into his heart.

Xie Ziqing was even more at a loss, but the little girl was still looking at him with blank eyes.

When others looked at it, Wen Ling stared at Xie Ziqing, and it was not easy to stretch out his hand.

And there are big men around him, and the mothers-in-law are all on the front line, and the positions in the back are all surrounded by men.

The big men are not easy to do, and the young people are also in front of them.

So much so, in the end, everyone looks at me, I look at you, and no one dares to do it.

Xie Ziqing was also at a loss, but he found that the tender little girl stretched out her hand.

The little hand, weak and boneless, was more tender and whiter than a child's hand.

At this time, it was clearly stretched out to him.

At this time, the sun has slowly turned west, but the light is not obvious.

But Xie Ziqing still felt that the little girl's hands were so white that they were reflective.

The light reflected into his eyes like white grains of rice.

Thinking of food, Xie Ziqing couldn't sit still.

Wen Ling saw that in this world, the benefactor was a little naïve, so he took the initiative himself.

As the saying goes, only the initiative can have a story.

If I don't take the initiative to deliver strawberries to my door, when will my benefactor be able to grow strawberries with me?

Xie Ziqing didn't know what kind of bewitchment he was subjected to, and finally stretched out his big calloused hand, almost cautiously, and gently pulled Wen Ling up.

I originally pulled it up, and I wanted to let it go.

As a result, the little girl, who was soft like cotton, said delicately: "My foot is twisted, it hurts, ......"

Here we go again, here we go again.

With such a voice, such a tail note, and such a sweet voice, where can Xie Ziqing stand it?

He is older, but he is just a little Hanhan boy in the village who has never seen much of the world.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be like in the plot, he was first deceived by the scheming girl of the original owner, and then repeatedly used by Xie Yindi, a vicious female partner.

"That ......" Xie Ziqing didn't often speak, and everyone didn't treat him very well, so he didn't say much to these people.

Usually, everyone avoids him, and he tries not to communicate with everyone positively.

Just like watching the excitement at this moment, he actually kept a safe distance from everyone.

It was also because of this that Wen Ling was able to sit directly in front of him.

Because the space is big enough.

"Go to the clinic and ask someone to help you." Wen Ling's voice said softly, and he flattened his mouth as he spoke, squeamish and aggrieved.

Xie Ziqing has seen the women since he was a child, and they are only these in the village.

Some of them are wild and wild.

There are also some, like Xie Baozhu, who are quiet, well-behaved and supple.

However, he had never seen anything like Wen Ling.

It's squeamish and soft, like a fine piece of jade, and no one can touch it.